Nothing like being crapped as the semester ends

So I thought my day was going to be relatively easy. Semantics in the morning, tell my experimental psych class about my experiment, have some lunch and chat with friends, finish everything up with Data Structures and then go home to email in my experimental report.

Everything is going fine. I only wait twenty minutes for a bus, not bad considering it’s around 4pm. I’m walking from the bus stop to my appartment and suddenly I feel a fast wet impact on my left shoulder. Ok I think maybe it’s starting to rain, that’s it a down pour is starting. Then another big one in the center of my forhead. No more plops than that. I got bird shit on me, and my trench coat and my backpack.

My head slightly hurts, the bird was pretty high up and it was a substantial bundle of nasty. On the plus side my shower was relaxing and I no longer feel dirty.

See, that’s the beautiful part of all this. Most people get crapped on figuratively and it takes them DAYS to feel clean. :slight_smile:

As I’ve mentioned almost to the point of nausea, I visited Helsinki this summer with my wrestling team. This involved, among other things, social events with the Finnish wrestlers.

A couple of the Finnish wrestlers were, of course, women. I spent a lot of time with my cousin David, who had a crush on the female athletic trainer. So David and I were out at the harbor with the trainer and a girl I happened to have a crush on. We were doing such upscale things as tapping each other on the opposite shoulder and running, and putting ice down each other’s backs, when I felt a big PLOP on my head. My eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as I realized that a Finnish seagull had shit all over my Helsinki Wrestling Club baseball cap.

The athletic trainer giggled and instantly warmed up, busting out her wet-naps to clean me up. She barely talked to David for the rest of the day because she was so busy laughing her ass off at me getting shit on by a seagull.

I don’t know that David ever forgave me for that. :slight_smile:

It’s the standing around at the bus stop that does it. Wait too long for the damn public transportation to show up and they think you’re a new statue.

I walked past someone today just as two things happened - one, the person sneezed. Two, the wind blew a tiny shower of snow off a nearby tree onto my face. I was really disgusted there for a second or two…

Smeghead, that reminds me of a practical joke I saw on tv once. This guy would walk up behind people in a mall and pretend to sneeze, and mist some water on the back of their neck from a small water bottle at the same time. It was hilarious to see the people turn around and look at him with such indignation on their faces!